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This is the sixth chapter of my book of short stories, collectively 
entitled "Oh, Susana". I am posting all 17 chapters, including reposts 
of the four chapters submitted previously. Please feel free to comment. 

WARNING: This is adult entertainment only, dealing with sex and sexual 
subjects in explicit language and detail. If you are under age for that 
kind of thing, leave now. This story, and others in the Oh, Susana 
series, may be reposted on ASSM, and redirected to ASS, but may not be 
put to commercial use by anyone but myself. I am willing to discuss them 
on ASSD or you can email me at <susanasue@hotmail.com>

Oh, Susana!
The erotic adventures of a South Seas sexpot
by Martina Lee



6. Porno Queen (Part 1)

There was no getting away from it. Even the simplest, most mundane 
household activity, such as washing the dishes, was charged with erotic 
promise. Susana finished wiping the last dinnerplate, slipped it into 
the cupboard, and pressed up against Peter's back, pinning him to the 
sink as he swabbed out the bowl. She stuck a finger in his ear, then 
snaked her left arm around his chest and fingered his fly with her right 
hand. "I want to fuck," she said. "Come to bed." Peter grinned, wrung 
out the dishcloth and turned to take her in his arms. His hands dug into 
her buttocks as he pulled her to him and bent to kiss her, and she could 
feel him hardening against her belly. She stepped back, took his hand 
and led him out of the kitchen.
Neil was sitting at the dining table, sorting out papers for a 
departmental meeting in the morning. Susana shooed Peter into the master 
bedroom, stepped over to the table and ruffled Neil's hair. He looked up 
and she kissed him on the forehead. "We're going to bed," she told him. 
"Wait up for me." She brushed his lips with her fingertips, then 
followed Peter into the bedroom and shut the door. Neil shivered, 
shrugged and returned to work. Five minutes later the door opened and 
she was back, still fully dressed, with the video camcorder in her hand. 
"Have we got a blank tape? He wants to film us doing it."
Neil pushed back from the table, got up and went to the bookcase, found 
a still-sealed Video 8 cassette and peeled off the wrapping. "There's a 
fully charged battery in the wardrobe," he said, as he handed her the 
tape. "You'll need both the bedside lamps for extra light." Susana took 
the tape and kissed him on the lips. "Thanks," she said. "You can watch 
it, later." She winked at him, stepped back into the bedroom and closed 
the door again. Neil went back to his papers. A few minutes later the 
door opened once more. "We need a cameraman," she said.
Neil shoved his papers aside, got up and walked past her into the 
bedroom. Peter was on the bed, his shirt unbuttoned but otherwise still 
fully clothed. He grinned sheepishly. "It's too hard with a static 
camera," he said, and waved a hand helplessly at the bedside cabinet 
which they'd pulled into the middle of the room. The camera was on top 
of it, balanced precariously on a pile of paperbacks with one of the 
bedside lamps beside it, angled horizontally to serve as a spotlight. 
Peter squinted into the glare of the lamp. "Don't mind, do you?" Susana 
put a hand on Neil's shoulder. "Of course he doesn't mind," she said. 
"He's a hardened old perv. It's all his dreams come true." Neil 
considered his feelings and found that she wasn't far off the mark. He 
picked up the camera, aimed it at Peter on the bed, then moved around 
testing the angles and the lighting. "Okay," he said. "I'll do it."
He put the camera on the bed, moved the bedside cabinet back to its 
original position, and rearranged the lamps so their light diffused off 
the walls and ceiling. "Right," he said. "Take it from the top. Go 
outside and come in again." Peter swung himself off the bed and he and 
Susana went out into the living room. Neil picked up the camera again, 
pointed it at the door and called, "Action," then pressed the trigger.
There was a 10-second delay and Susana reappeared, leading Peter by the 
hand. She stopped just inside the door, put her arms around his neck and 
kissed him, grinding her belly against his. Neil zoomed in on the kiss, 
then panned back and moved aside to keep them in frame as she broke the 
clinch and propelled Peter towards the bed. "Lie down," she said. "No, 
wait." She peeled off his shirt, sat on the bed and unbuckled his belt, 
then flopped back on the covers, pulled her dress up to her waist, and 
spread her legs. "Love me," she said. Peter glanced at the camera, 
hesitated, then dropped his trousers and clambered between her legs. 
Susana's fingers flew down the buttons on the front of her dress, then 
dived under the waistband of his pants to claim his cock as he leaned 
over her, his hands beside her shoulders to support his body clear of 
hers, and bent his head to kiss her. Neil adjusted his own 
semi-erection, knelt on the floor and concentrated on the image of her 
practised hands unpacking Peter's prick from his underpants and teasing 
it to full alert. "Off," she said, when he finally lifted his mouth from 
hers. "I want to get on top."
Peter eased himself off her and rolled on to his back. Susana shucked 
out of her knickers, then swung her legs off the bed, stood up and 
smiled seductively at Neil. Or the camera — Neil couldn't decide which, 
but his cock stirred again as she caressed her breasts and belly, 
slipped a hand briefly between her legs and finally slid the unbuttoned 
dress off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor. Then she turned 
back to Peter, leaned over him and hooked her thumbs under the waistband 
of his pants. "Up," she said, and he raised his hips while she worked 
his pants down his legs and over his feet. Neil moved around the foot of 
the bed to keep all of the action in frame as she took Peter's cock in 
her hand and milked it thoughtfully for a few moments before leaning in 
further and taking it into her mouth. Peter ran a hand up between her 
legs and she closed her eyes and purred happily around his prick, her 
head nodding gently and her lips dragging voluptuously at the shaft. 
Neil dropped to his knees again and pressed the zoom button, filling the 
viewfinder with head and cock, silently willing her to look at the 
camera. Susana sensed his need, opened her eyes and gazed steadily at 
the lens as she raised her head off Peter's prick, licked its glistening 
tip and then worked her mouth slowly down its entire length. "Urrff," 
said Peter, and his legs twitched.
Susana lifted her head and smirked wetly at the camera, extracted 
Peter's probing fingers from her pussy and stretched out on the bed 
beside him. He rolled towards her and she turned into his embrace, 
locking his legs between hers and seeking his mouth. He held her tight 
and kissed her fiercely, and Neil focussed the camera on her fingers as 
she dug in her nails and dragged them slowly down Peter's back to his 
buttocks. After a while she pushed him on to his back and straddled his 
belly, leaned forward and offered him her breasts, closing her eyes and 
panting softly while he tongued and sucked her swollen nipples. She was 
still acutely conscious of the camera, could almost visualise the scene 
in its viewfinder, and found herself planning ahead for its benefit. She 
shifted position, shuffling backwards down Peter's body, feeling his 
cock probing her sopping slit then slipping past the target and sliding 
snugly into the saddle between her buttocks. She kissed him again, then 
swung herself off his body and lay beside him, groping for his cock. 
"Fuck me now," she said. "Fuck me nicely."
Peter heaved himself upright and pulled a pillow from the head of the 
bed. Susana raised her hips so he could position the pillow under them, 
then drew up her knees and spread her legs. She glanced at Neil, took 
approving note of the bulge at his crotch, and parted the pleats of her 
pussy with her fingers to give him a close-up opportunity. Then Peter 
was between her legs, and she hooked her hands behind her knees and 
pulled, raising her head to watch as he positioned himself and slipped 
the head of his cock into her cunt. "Oh yes," she breathed. "Push it in. 
Fuck me. I need to be fucked." Peter grunted. His cock slid in to half 
its length, withdrew and then plunged in to the hilt. He began a steady, 
deep thrusting — long, regular strokes that left her gasping — and she 
responded with matching rhythmic contractions of her pelvic muscles. She 
was only dimly aware of Neil dodging here and there around the bed, 
covering all the angles, at times leaning over her to shoot straight 
into the fork of her legs.
Peter stepped up the pace, pounding himself into her and muttering 
almost to himself: "Love that, don't you? Love to be fucked. Can't get 
enough cock, can you?" Susana egged him on. "Oh yes," she said, spacing 
her words to the rhythm of his thrusting. "I . . . love . . . it . . . 
Love . . . your . . . COCK . . . Love . . . to . . . be . . . FUCKED . . 
. Love . . . your . . . great . . . big . . . stiff . . . cock . . . in 
. . . my . . . pussy!" Peter's eyes began to glaze over, perspiration 
broke out on his forehead and chest, and she realised he was close, far 
too soon, to losing control. She fought back her own approaching climax, 
let go of her legs and pushed at his chest. "Off," she said. He shoved 
another couple of times, then pulled out of her and sat back on his 
heels. Susana rolled to her knees and nuzzled his prick, slurped it into 
her mouth and pumped it briefly for Neil's benefit, then turned to face 
the end of the bed and assumed the doggy position. Peter shuffled into 
place between her calves, took his dick in his hand and guided it back 
into her cunt, angling his hips to give Neil a clear view of the first 
half-dozen strokes. "Film her face," he said. "She laughs at me when I 
come. I want her to see what SHE looks like."
Neil sat on the floor at the foot of the bed and focused the camera. 
Susana's face filled the viewfinder. She looked into the lens, crossed 
her eyes and stuck out her tongue, then gasped as Peter grabbed her by 
the hair with both hands, pulled her head back and began to shag her 
savagely. "Yes," she cried. "Fuck me harder. HARDER. Make me come." She 
balanced herself on one hand, slipped the other between her legs and 
rubbed her clitoris. "Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck. Cock. Yes. Cunt. Shit. Yes, 
shit. Yes. Yess. Fuck me. Harder. HARDER. Shit. Fuck. 
ShitshitshitcuntFUUUUCK!" Her eyes bugged, her face contorted and her 
mouth gaped in a suddenly silent scream as she peaked into orgasm. She 
bucked and wiggled, hooted unintelligibly as wave after wave of 
unspeakable ecstasy washed over her. Peter halted his hammering, 
released his grip on her hair and grabbed her hips. He sat back on his 
heels, hauling her into his lap, and wrenched her upright, still firmly 
impaled on his prick. His arms snaked around her, his left hand mashed 
her right breast and his right hand dived between her legs. Susana threw 
back her head and whimpered, jouncing up and down on his cock as his 
expert fingers teased and tickled her to another clock-stopping climax. 
Then he lifted her off, and she fell face-down on to the bed, thoroughly 
satiated. Peter wasn't finished. He slipped off the bed and stood up. 
"Now," he said. "Suck me off."
Susana found a tiny reserve of strength and turned her head to glare at 
him. He pointed to the floor at his feet. "Here, bitch," he said. "On 
your knees. Suck me off." He took his cock in his right hand and milked 
it slowly while he waited for her to recover control of her limbs. Neil 
got to his feet and moved around to the opposite side of the bed, kept 
her in frame as she struggled over the edge and sank obediently to her 
knees in front of her lover. "Suck it, trollop," said Peter. "Suck it 
off." He waggled his cock in her face and she dutifully opened her mouth 
to receive it. Peter slapped her cheek lightly with the tip of his tool. 
"What do you want, slut?" he said imperiously. "Speak up." Susana 
shivered with delight at the indignity. "Cock," she said. Then, louder, 
more theatrically: "Cock. Your sacred cock, my lord. In my mouth. Come 
in my mouth." She fitted her lips around the tip and dived until she 
fetched up against his fingers. He tasted of pussy. Peter took his hand 
away and grunted with gratification as she gulped down a further five 
centimetres. Susana massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue, 
fed herself another couple of centimetres, then sucked her way back to 
the tip, fitted the fingers of her right hand around the shaft and began 
to pump. "No hands," said Neil. "They get in the way of the shot. Just 
use your mouth."
Susana considered telling him to go to hell. From past experience, she 
knew it was well-nigh impossible to bring Peter off in her mouth without 
a little manual assistance. Neil was different — he could practically 
think himself to a climax, and the prized hands-off blowjob was a breeze 
with him. On the other hand, Peter was pretty close to the boil already, 
so . . . She took her hand away and opened wide, baring her teeth (Neil 
would like that!), and drove on to his dick, burying it deep in her 
mouth. "That's right," said Neil. "All of it. Now out, all the way out, 
so I can see the tip. That's right. Lick your lips. Now in again. More. 
More. Out. In. Out. Long and slow. Long and slow. Long and slow." Susana 
glared at him out of the corner of her right eye, thought: Who's sucking 
this cock, anyway? But she was following his directions, and had to 
admit that Peter was responding quicker than she'd expected, gasping and 
working his scrotal muscles so that his cock stiffened and swelled even 
more, if that was possible, on each of her downstrokes. She cupped his 
buttocks in both hands, careful to keep her elbows down out of the 
camera's line of sight to the main action, digging in her nails and 
rocking his hips. "Oh shit, yess," he breathed. "Fantastic. Eat me. Suck 
me off."
Susana stepped up the pace, diving, driving, in, out, sucking, pressing, 
in, out, alert for the specific jerking movement that would give her 
split-second notice he was about to explode. She thought ahead, brought 
her left hand around his hip and fondled his balls, then circled the 
base of his cock lightly with her fingers, the thumb poised to clamp off 
the flow after the first spurt.
In, out, suck, press, in, out, faster — bingo! Peter shuddered, and all 
of his muscles went suddenly slack. Except for the one in her mouth. It 
jerked once, twice, then vomited warm, salty broth on her soft palate. 
Clamp! She raised her head from his dick and pumped. One. Two. Three. 
Four. Then she eased her grip and semen jetted across fifteen 
centimetres of space to splash gooily on her cheek. Clamp! Peter 
groaned. Susana opened her mouth, brought it to within five centimetres 
of the tip of his cock, and waggled her tongue. Pump. Neil hit the zoom 
button. Pump. Pump. Release. More sperm squirted into the air, landed on 
her upper lip, and dripped on to her tongue. Clamp! Pump. She rested the 
tip on her tongue, pumped again, released again. It poured out of him, 
flooding her mouth, dribbling down her chin. She swallowed, fitted her 
lips around his still-twitching shaft and gobbled at it, gulping down 
another flood of sperm. His dick softened in her mouth and he tried to 
pull away, but she grabbed his hips and went on working, determined to 
make him beg for mercy. Instead, to her delight and his astonishment, 
his cock took on new life and began to stiffen once more between her 
greedy lips.
In half a minute it was fully erect again, and Susana suckled eagerly, 
slurping and sucking, squeezing, teasing, her head shuttling back and 
forth with robotic regularity. "Slow down," said Neil. "You'll scare it 
off." Susana ignored him. Peter was making strange sobbing noises. She 
ignored him, too, and slipped her head into high gear. In, out, in, out, 
in out in out in out. Peter clutched his buttocks and arched his back. 
In out in out. He began to tremble, and the sobs changed to strangled 
gasps. In out in out in out. Susana's head swam. In out in out in out in 
out. Faster. Deeper. Longer. Faster. Faster. Faster. Peter was shaking 
uncontrollably and muttering obscenities. She took no notice. She was 
just a mouth, wrapped around a giant cock.
In out in out in out. Faster. Faster. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. She 
stopped, suddenly, her nose jammed hard against Peter's belly and his 
cock seemingly halfway down her gullet. Peter sagged at the knees, 
screamed, and came with a force that made her eyes water. She choked, 
lifted her head just far enough to clear her throat, swallowed, sucked — 
and spluttered as more semen than her mouth could hold (where was it all 
coming from?) spilled out of his cock. She swallowed, swallowed again, 
sucked again and was relieved to find that the well had finally run dry. 
She raised her head, sat back on her heels and looked up at Peter's 
face. His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes were glazed. Susana 
stifled a giggle, batted her eyelashes at him and inquired impishly: 
"Like that, my lord?"
Peter staggered, flung out a hand to steady himself, and sat down 
heavily on the side of the bed, staring stupidly at her. "Sweet Jesus," 
he said at last. "That was . . . " He trailed off, unable to find the 
words. Susana reached between his legs and twitched his softening penis, 
then turned to Neil. "Did I do good?" He was still filming. "You've got 
goo on your face," he said. She felt around, found the goo, and licked 
it off her fingers. Then she asked again: "Did I do good?" Neil switched 
off the camera. "You did very good," he said. "You passed the screen 
test." He fingered his crotch and leered at her. "Now there's just the 
small matter of the casting couch, and you get your Girl Guide Porno 
Queen merit badge."
Susana beamed and got to her feet. "Oh my," she said, "do you mean 
there's MORE? Should I shower first?" "No," said Neil. "I like my porno 
queens hot off the set." He put the camera on the bedside cabinet, 
walked around the bed and took her in his arms. She laced her fingers 
behind his neck, ground her crotch against his leg and kissed him. Peter 
shook himself out of his stupor, slid off the far side of the bed and 
picked up the camera. "I want to watch it," he said querulously. "When 
can I watch it?"
Neil disentangled himself from Susana's embrace. "You can watch it now," 
he said. "That's how this man's porno film industry works. Instant 
service. Shoot it and show it." He held out his hand for the camera. 
Peter handed it over, and he carried it into the living room and began 
making the connections to the TV. Susana followed him, heedless of 
prying neighbors who might get a charge out of her nakedness, and took 
her time drawing the drapes. Peter tottered into the en suite. Neil 
connected the mains power to the camera, pressed the rewind button and 
went back into the bedroom. Susana walked into the kitchen, opened the 
fridge and pulled out her flagon of wine. She poured herself a large 
glass, drank half of it and topped it up, then called out: "Do you want 
a drink?" Neil called back: "Yes, please. Beer." There was no response 
from Peter. Susana put her flagon back in the fridge, pulled out two 
cans of lager and carried them into the living room. She put the cans on 
the coffee table, went back for her wine and returned to the living room 
just as Neil re-emerged in his laplap. He pointed to the sofa. "Casting 
couch," he said. "Sit there." Susana sat. Peter emerged from the en 
suite with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and sat in his 
customary armchair. Neil handed him a beer, then checked to see whether 
the tape had finished rewinding. It had. He turned on the TV, pressed 
the play button on the camcorder, picked up his beer and joined Susana 
on the sofa. He put his left arm around her shoulders, and she took a 
long sip of wine, leaned forward and put the glass on the coffee table, 
then folded her legs beneath her on the couch and snuggled into him.
Susana. On the bed. In profile. On her hands and knees. The camera set 
too low, the lighting too harsh, throwing a giant black shadow on the 
wall beyond her. Peter's voice: "Where's the zoom? Oh, yes." Zoom in. 
Too much. Zoom out, a touch at a time. Just about right. "It needs to be 
higher. How . . . right. Books." Susana turns to face the camera, 
working her knees apart, pouting provocatively, rising up on her knees, 
her head disappearing out of the top of the frame, her hands caressing 
her breasts, sliding between her legs, hiking the hem of her dress to 
waist level, her hips rolling, fingers plucking at her pussy through the 
fabric of her knickers. (On the couch, Susana shook with silent 
laughter, and nuzzled Neil's neck.) The picture wobbles wildly, settles 
down with the bed missing, out of frame at the bottom. Peter's voice: 
"Bugger, now it's too high." More wobbling, and this time he gets it 
right. Susana jounces up and down, one hand inside her dress playing 
with her tit, the other busy between her legs. "Hurry up. I'm HORNY." 
Peter's voice: "Stop messing about, you're supposed to be helping." 
Susana, petulantly: "Well, what?" Peter: "Lie down." Susana, lying prone 
and making rooting motions with her hips: "Hurry UP." More zoom 
adjustments. Then Peter: "All right, that'll do. I guess.'' Susana, 
rolling over and parting her legs: "About time. Come and get it, lover." 
Peter appears at the foot of the bed, slithers up it like a snake, 
spreading her legs wider as he goes, and buries his nose in her pantied 
crotch. She pushes him away. "Not yet. Up here." He kneels between her 
thighs and leans over her, looking back at the camera and calculating 
angles while she pulls his shirt out of his trousers and unbuttons it. 
"Pay attention," she says. He bends to kiss her, looks back again at the 
camera, and rolls off to the side. "It won't work," he says. "Get Neil." 
Susana sits up and swings her legs off the bed. "I TOLD you," she says. 
"You never listen." She stands up and walks towards the camera . . .
. . . and the main feature begins.



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